Mr. Villain's Lovely Wife

Chapter 189

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Liam leaned slightly on Mondo’s shoulder, his steps uneven.

Meanwhile, Izzy wrapped her arm around his waist, doing her best to steady him as they led him into the house.

“He’s heavier than he looks,” Mondo muttered under his breath.

“He’s solid muscle,” Izzy replied, adjusting her grip as they made it to the living room. She never thought that one day, she would have to drag a drunk Liam back into their house.

“Right,” Mondo grunted. “Next time he gets drunk at his own launch party, I’m letting someone else carry him.”

Liam said nothing. His head lolled slightly, his eyes half–closed, but he was still conscious–just barely.

“Let’s get him to the bedroom,” Izzy said.

With Mondo’s help, they managed to guide Liam down the hall and into the master bedroom. He collapsed onto the mattress the moment they reached it, landing with a heavy thud. His shoes were still on, his shirt untucked, and his blazer crumpled beneath him.

Mondo exhaled, rolling his shoulders. “You sure you’ve got it from here?”

Izzy nodded. “Yeah. Go home. You’ve done enough.”

“Text me if you need backup,” he said, already stepping out.

“Right… that thing that I told you. Can you please find out what happened?” Izzy asked.

“Will do.”

As soon as she heard the front door close, Izzy turned to Liam, who was now fully passed out.

“Of course,” she muttered to herself, tugging his blazer off. “You sleep now after making everyone babysit you.”

She tossed the blazer aside and loosened his tie. After a few tugs, she managed to get his shoes off, then his socks. He didn’t stir. She sighed. “I should probably clean you up.”

But first, soup.

ingredients quickly–broth, garlic, green onions, soft tofu, and a few spices Liam had sworn by the last time he told her how to cure a hangover. “Strong flavors. Low oil. Warm.

stove, working through the steps as quietly as she could. It would take some time

sprawled across the bed, one arm over his

not to wake him. Once it was off, she grabbed a warm cloth and wiped him down–his neck,

in hand. His brows were relaxed now, and the lines on his forehead softened. Vulnerable. It felt strange

cleaned him up as best she could, then pulled a blanket over his bare torso. The room was quiet except for the faint bubbling from the kitchen.

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look away.

continued. “How she’d react if she found out. About the pieces you moved. The people you paid off. The way you kept her in the dark to get exactly what you

sharp. “Try

his eyes. “Is that a

wondering how you are able to prove all this allegations without looking like

wasn’t the ten–year–old boy who used to lose sleep over his father’s

he had always resisted. Even as a kid, Liam never did what was expected just for the sake of obedience. He asked questions. He made different choices. He refused to fold under pressure. Olivier saw that as defiance.

defiance was

“I see. Was it because you now have your company? Your name? Your marriage?” Olivier scoffed. “Let’s make this simple Liam. You

Liam didn’t speak.

said. “What you did. What you covered. How you made sure she found out about Calen and Monica in the worst way possible.

then you’ll be alone. All

He didn’t flinch.

simply stared at

and stepped closer to

you made sure she owed more money to those backdoor lenders. You knew she would gamble. You let it happen. Then you waited. Until

expression didn’t

“You designed it. You created it. So Isabella would be forced to carry it. You wanted her

didn’t stop there.

mess with the Weiss Foundation? That sudden leak about misused funds, that convenient timing right when Calen Weiss was starting to rebuild? That was you too.

gaze didn’t leave

it was buried deep enough, shuffled through offshore filters, a few shell names here and there. And you were right. No

He smiled, briefly.

“Except me.”

Liam remained still.